Timbus

you go back to berlin
you mistake time for
tricycles racing through the house

air raid sirens of anxiety crush
hearts in a grip of serpents!
all vinegar in the veins

so you go back to brasília
looking forward to
anger & spite & cayenne crosswires

mistaking time for
a crashing of glass cars through
monumental cold

& you go back to berkeley
but you can never go back
never go back to the blood of lost teeth

This was written by josh. Posted on Wednesday, June 8, 2016, at 9:00 am. Filed under poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.